i frequently practice small talk in my free time. this is why i hang out with my cats over people.
The final pieces of a sudoku puzzle,
waiting for it to come together.
Training my brain to fit
a fleeting moment of another’s day.
The wrong phrase snags like a sweater
catching the itching door handle
with annoyance; my mouth dry with cotton,
knowing connections should be embraced.
Yes, embraced and warm-
too warm at times- sweating
when I don’t quite know the rhythm.
Questions stumble, two beats short,
Strained silences and polite too-wide grins.
Awaiting a glance that doesn’t glance away.
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